A tear

The skies open up as if to cry

Spreading the drops over things to make them grow

If only our tears could make a difference

If only they could cause things to grow and be better

Often it pours out pain and sorrow 

But often it leaves behind emptiness and loneliness

But it's those rare and special moments that they bring joy

The moment you see something for the first time

At that time and place where you remember that special day

Never allow your tears to cry inside

Even if you have to lock yourself into a room

You may just find you've made something grow

Psalm 6:6

 I am weary with my groaning; 

all the night make I my bed to swim; 

I water my couch with my tears.